Liar. Buyer. Vampire.

The following is from an anonymous entity who frequents the darker side of things physically, digitally, and spiritually. They remain obscure and elusive and would not reply to further inquests. Instead they offered vague threats. Whether or not anything said is actually true remains to be seen.

I saw its picture. Bright lights on a pale background to emphasize the goods. Pick your weight, pick your date. Let the website calibrate. Ship it straight to your lonely crib in the woods.

The clear plastic is wrapped tight around the corners and edges. I feel the uneven ribs and ridges. Bumpy changes from the photo from before. Its crinkled reflections choking everything within. It’s something I’ve long been waiting for. That’s my purchase. With silky paste leaves and pressed candies. Fresh stock zip tied in large ziploc. Just large bags within bags within bags. Recursive packaging to prevent damaging. I can barely smell the edges seeping a sick salty sea smell. I like the heft. Feels less like a personal theft. Leaving me bereft of $554. That’s 10 more than before. Drugflation. Cost me a week’s worth of wages when weighted, plated, sealed, and dealed.

When shit’s not easy to find, you get someone else to find it for you. Then, you just gotta find them. Handshake. Private keys and public keys. Electric wallets with no fees. Secret cash stash for the hash cache. Simply pass that ‘earl’.

The middle man messages me privately. Concrete encryption 25 layers deep and 9*10^10^10 iterations wide. A place anyone can hide and find someone to confide. Potentially, no man-in-the-middle eavesdropping. Unwanted and popping in unannounced and undaunted. Creep.

“It’s here.”

“Where?”

“Shipped to NICE TRY THERE’S NOTHING TO READ”

“Right, ok.”

Hard smack and fresh dope that gives you hope. Kindly cope with my found trope thrown down to the ground. Crackdowns but nope, I prefer it when things are done this way. Half-past the day you’re still strapped in. No faces, no names, no hellos, nothing happened. Leave it in the private inbox. Launder it through Roblox. Pay anonymously through the fake app. Avoid a real trap. Be a number, feel number and get funner as a stunner of grand proportions and deliberate omissions. Emissions pollute your soul but not the extended role of your digital whole.

“Transferred.”

Done. Routine even. Meaning, no goodbyes. You probably never met the guy.

I’ll leave it seeded. Someone else might need it. Subterfuge succeeded.

When I’m alone I can finally appreciate it. Unwrap the plastic crap and warped map instructions. Deconstructions for a busy mind busy minding this business of mine.

The time I first did this it was easier than I’d expect. I followed the simple guides and I kept to the side of the socially acceptable supply. Surprised by the things you’ll find inside waiting for you to come pry. Surf the sub-verse and do what you rehearsed. Maybe there was a part of me that needed to feel something cool about myself. Shelf bought strife is not my kinda life. I’m a cruel fool and I need my crude food.

You don’t say who you are. No one should know. You can make it all up. Just a presence floating around ghost-like. No two names alike when you register. Start from scratch, over and over. Depersonalized on the decentralized domain. All that remains is the same as you feel to proclaim lately. Nightly there, deep in the domestic bubble of delusion. Allusions to relate and contusions colluding to continue the hate. I’m a sycophant for the fantasies I come up for who I can be in reality like a celebrity with anonymity. Physical dreams trapped in digital seams.

Free the net like Freenet and raffle things with people you’ve never met. Routers filled with nodes of scouters. Shattered friend to fried end when the sender renders a botnet. You aren’t who you say you are. Far away from any danger your craven ranger feels brave anger because you need that extra security for the things you do to thee.

Decide for yourself who is next on the killing floor. You’re hardcore for more at the online underground store. Stolen identities possessed by you, some e-demon installed through a daemon protocol. Always acquiring another avatar. Because they don’t last. They won’t last if you keep doing what you do. Back lagged and stuck dragged through. Eyes glued. Neck sued for breach of order but what can you do? Mind all tangled and body all mangled. But it feels better when it slips past the blood barrier. You’ve felt scarier times when you went too far and the car slipped past and rode fast far off the deep end. Felt that jeep bend.

But this ain’t that, it’s saran wrap. App said 200 ounces and that smells like rotting aroma ventura. No assurances, incognita. You won’t see that eye-dee again, sorry. Disallowed and disavowed.

At least it keeps things fresh. Thin layers forming a large cylinder. Deeper you go. Find yourself anew. Lost in forums of spaces you long forgot. Back when big brother didn’t care about this place. Nothing important to see. Just magic then. Just business now. Point no evil. Click no evil. Save no evil.

They don’t tell you how to get here or where this is or why some onion is needed. Why can they? That’s who you can’t be trusted with. Radish pickle brandish the wrinkles on your aging fruit so unsweet and unsavoury. When I eat my peach I miss the juices that ran down my chin and in my shirt like limewire live from the fire. One connection and I’m in. Hiding behind a vee-pee-en. Come send your ten digit account I have a pen. Open that network and let me work.

Ransomware to ransom your wares. Where I track your affairs and dare to publish them somewhere. Locked you out before you found out about me. Now I only ask for you to give me the money.

Watch out for the scams. Numerous and tedious and downright audacious. Scram fam, run from the ache ads and fake fads trying to guess what lunch you’ve had. The Trojan brat’s a rat sayin’ they’re in from Iraq or Spain. Yeah I can feign that too. I’m in Vilnius looking for a Venus in the sky where it’s high but just a dot, a spec that subsides. All lies, but if I close my eyes I can imagine the city of Almaty so clearly. Do you believe me? What choice do you have when I have what you want. Withstand my messages’ taunt until you’re gaunt. Half gone your half-life and half alive, have a life and phall phor phishing phrauds.

I hop on to the next one. And the next one. Can’t trace me or find me when I’m nowhere I should be. I treat my anxiety with elicit permissions to use illicit prescriptions. Placebo for the dweebo I can find for you, amigo. They have everything from the discontinued quaaludes to methyl​enedioxy​methamphetamine.

If you can keep a secret I can sell a stash for such vast cash there’s no rationale explanation for the damnation of the damn nation. Incarceration’s a plague for the caught and bought. I’m taught otherwise. My victims of my lies of tremendous size create a tenuous rise of an enterprise. A silk road and we’re at the Dzungurian gate. Fate never predicted this hate.

It’s insane what you find when you hide and ask for even the asinine cyanide and arsenic. Volatile markets for the subgenres you can’t find online. Hostile targets for the FBI. Selling 50 cal magazines or chemical shit you’ve never seen.

Like

High-octane brain matter on the membrane downloaded in some stranger’s mainframe. Explosive military force in your pocket for delivery. Shock awe and brawl.

But what about the paranormal? Pseudoscientific and supernatural? Suspend your disbelief in abnormality and see the fatality malady. Maybe it’s real, maybe it’s not. It’s a special club that lets you see the rot if you got the permissions to have bought into the clandestine circle you sought. Morals disappear like you thought like an afterthought when anonymity appears.

So anyone can lie but I won’t try. I hide so well you don’t know my real name or my real shame.

Sharp fangs to kiss your vein. Soothing venom deep past your sternum. No pain, maintain vain and remain tame. Nectar’s so good when it’s obtained. The first time I cried and cried and thought I would never be the same. Now I enjoy to lick up the red syrup dripping upside down. Call me a hound or a monster. Killer thrill-seeker forum posts to be seen by those who want this the most.

I syphon like Typhon wrapped in that same plastic. Skin feels elastic and suffocations erratic. When I’m done, the night’s done and I have fed. Sweet red from the deep dead. Trapped in my web. I crept, you wept. Eaten fresh and dried by hanging all of it. My favourite.

On the decline, keeping it the down-low, you can download the illegal videos. Not the movies you know. Sectarian conspiracies and vice filled hypocrisies. I eat my fill when I get my share but there’s some things I won’t dare to declare an affair to will. My clientele are a hard sell for lies and to victimize. I cringe at the convo. Garbo ideas from randos that yet net yields on the net sites and network. It’s what you can buy and what you can sell that keeps you coming in the loop. A secret group where you plan to upend or let lend to credence of such deviance.

But I’m not a human. Not anymore. Cold and dead I’m what you dread. A mistake from the risk you take and now bearing the consequences. My advances come with pretences of wanting more. I’m a hunter for new decor. Mount you above my bedside door. You’ll be part of my lore.

Hungry blood sucker for the lurkers and searchers of the forbidden. That’s how the modern day Dracula operates to oscillate between normalcy and criminality. Shenanigans on the shady sites kept in cult groups and cut off from the rest. Sink your teeth into the chest. Undress from duress and caress you. Careless address posted on roasted. Scam a hitman to assassin your ass in. The kind you get from a store only if you’re part of the core.

The price of meat is what I seek. Sleek and lean steak-like drug-free. Rush of hemoglobin and ride that hematophagic high. I’ll post about it afterwards towards my private groups where we share our truths and desires we ill-acquired. Nameless friends to shapeless friends conducting activities of abhorrency. Paid for with cryptic currency. I’m a cryptid too that creeps on you.

That’s all I will say for now. When I disconnect, any return I will disallow, you know? I told you what we do and what I choose. I make a ruse. I purchase some fun. I drink the blood of a human undone. It’s all confessed too in my eff-two-eff eye-two-pee. There’s photos there and video too. All things I could’ve done to you. Believe me or not, I am an aswang dhampir.

While you read my messages I tracked you down. Friends of my friends helped clock your town. No threats just listen to my behest as I warn that unrest won’t be the best. All I am is all I’ve said and all I’ve said is all I can say.

Scammer. Customer. Leech.

Harm me if you can. Come travel through your eye-ess-pee’s tee-see-pee port and report what you think. Call me things and demean me the demon.

Cheater. Shopper. Tick.

I feel the plastic wrap again one last time. I try to smell it again but I can’t this time. There’s more layers than I remember. Friends stuck in a big loop.

Deceiver. Consumer. Parasite.